New Ulm weekly review., 1887-09-21
!, mire your pocket Adonis your duo
decimo XIV" said Minna, with wither.

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mire your pocket Adonis your duo.
decimo XIV" said Minna, with wither.
| ing scorn.
Then we won't quarrel over him..
but unite our forces against the COM
mon foe" retorted the other with
spirit.
The common foe? What do you
mean?"
+ "sJust what ! say. AIinna, there is
1 treachery somewhere. Some one is
playing me, playing US, a cruel trick
tonight.
''Do speak out plainly, DEAR" said
the other, with 9 little laugh. 81 am
too stupid to guess riddles"
Come with me, then, and / will
show you something more puzzling
than any riddle" And Clementina
drew her friends hand through her
arm and led her rapidly toward the
most secluded part OF the garden. 1
saw them go in this direction" she
went on excitedly. 'sLook, Minna,
don't you see blue dress over
1 there?"
''Yes; but there are ever so many
blue dresses here tonight
'Not like that one," whispered
I Clementina in her ear; cit is a fac
simile of mine."
Then it is not you Mr.. Brandon
has been dancing with all the even
ing?" replied the other breathlessly,
a light suddenly breaking in on her.
"No. He had been dancing with
my double"
my ), poor clementina; but you
Determined to find out who has
played me this shameful trick" she
interrupted fercely. "Now silence,
or they will hear u.s. Here they come
they are going to sit on that seat"
Drawing the ! astonished Min
na after Ter, Mrs. Somers slipped
behind q large bush OF serines,
which efectually screened them from
view. Little F'itz and his fair COM
panion sauntered slowly down the
path, and as Clementina had predict,
ed, seated themselves Oh a garden
bench close by. There was an air of
tender empressment about the former
which at once struck the eager watch
ers. 1 @.s3sE7g
"And you will give me shat rose,
dear Mrs. Somers," he was saying
earnestly, as he bent over the small
! jeweled hand of the unknown.
Clementina nearly cried aloud. Oh!
this is dreadtul-the Adonis was posi-
lively making love to her double be-
fore her very eyes. The fair incoguita
laughed musically as she detached the
coveted flower from her dress and
gave it to the delighted Fitz.
"Oh, yes, Mr.. Brandon, why should
l refuse you such q trihe? only ask
one thing in return II
| Mrs. Somer's heart stood STILL Was
she dreaming? The unknown not on
ly wore her dress, but spoke in her
voice.
II can refuse you nothing" protest
ed Fitz, ardently.
"Then tell me why you let that silly
Mrs. Desmond monopolize you as she
does? Come, confide in me; are you in
love with her?"
SIN love with her." he rejoined, has
tily. "Oh, no; surely dearest Clemen-
tina you should know better than
that!' @
Mrs. Desmond clenched her hands.
"Oh, the little hypocrite." she breath
ed.
"Then you" (there the unknown
paused and played coquettishly with
with her fan) ''have some feeling of-of
friendship for-me?" she finished soft
ly,
Il have the deepest, the most sin
cere affection for you. Until tonight
l failed to realize how much p
"And am sure shall always have
a sister affection for you," interrupt
ed the lady sentimentally.
"A sisters affection! MY dearest
Clementina that will not satisfy me.
want the very first place in your
heart. want"
The listeners behind the seringa bush
gasped. How would this dreadful af-
fair end? Here was F'itz, the be-
loved OF both, proposing actually
proposing an eldolon, shadow,
an unknown somebody wearing the,
shape Of one Of them, speaking in her
tone, aping her manner to nicely.
.'Dear Clementina." Fitz went on
eagerly, 81 love you most sincerely,
admire you above all other women.
"Are you quite-quite sure OF that?"
| whispered the unknown. SIS there
no one you have secret liking for?"
Fitz hesitated for a moment. His
conscience was evidently not quite
| clear. The lady, however, seemed in,
no way vexed, but laughed softly as,
she tapped MN on the arm with her
| fan
"There! l won't put too many
| questions. Ifyou tell me tonight at
| least reign supreme, ask nothing
more"
Fitz took her hand and pressed itr
fervently to his lips.
| Dearest Clementina, he whispered
| tenderly, land now beg you will let
me see the face have been longing to
| look at all the evening.
There the widows peeped eagerly
| through the screen of leaves, longing
and yet fearing the elucid alton the
mystery.
| >